The sound of sneakers squeaking against the polished wooden floor echoed through the gymnasium of Tokyo Jujutsu High. The dim evening light filtered through the high windows, casting long shadows across the court. The ball bounced rhythmically as you dribbled past the half-court line, locking eyes with your opponent—Satoru Gojo.

"You sure you wanna do this?" Gojo smirked, his signature blindfold in place. "I don’t hold back, even in a friendly game."

You rolled your eyes, feigning confidence. "Yeah, yeah, the ‘strongest sorcerer’ and all that. But can the strongest even land a three-pointer?"

Gojo let out a laugh, spinning the ball on his finger effortlessly. "Oh, you’re underestimating me? That’s cute." With a quick flick of his wrist, he launched the ball toward the hoop from beyond the arc. Swish. Nothing but net.

He stretched lazily. "Your turn. Try not to embarrass yourself."